Telling the story of the ups and downs, the adventurous and mundane days of one British family's self-imposed exile in the Capital Region of New York State.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Day 2.351: Rivers Sing
We finally ventured out after lunch today into a surprisingly warm afternoon (45 °F) for a short walk at Five Rivers. There was still a fair amount of turning-slushy snow under foot and the lake was mostly covered in ice, but the high temperatures were definitely having an effect, and the normally-quiet weirs were in dramatic form.
The path was apparently impassable in one place so we took a detour. The kids didn't seem to mind too much:
We're quite tired at this end of the day. It must be all this activity!